John Wesley Harding - God Lives Upstairs

There was this manWho lived on the seashoreThe house with the steel doorYou passed it on the way to where you areHe stares at the sandFrom his bedroom windowShakes as the wind blowsThrough the passing tail-fins of your car

He's trying to sleepSo hard in the daylightImpossible at nightBetween those neighbours driving him insaneFootsteps from aboveBelow, it's all-night partiesAnd it's drink up, my heartiesThey're stoking up for the furnace once again